Dragon Ball: Crane Immortal Rise

This time, the Piccolo Demon King raised his eyebrows and his expression changed somewhat.

"what?"

This slight change in expression was naturally noticed by Kame Sennin.

"Want to know who my master is?"

Turtle Immortal cleared his throat seriously and said in a proud voice:

"He is Mr. Wu Taidou!!!"

As soon as these words came out, they struck the Great Demon King Piccolo like thunder. His expression was full of surprise, as if an extremely ancient terrifying memory had been awakened.

During those dark days, only one human dared to repeatedly challenge his majesty and sealed it in the rice cooker with weird magic.

Wu Taidou... such an old and familiar name. Piccolo the Great Demon King looks down on humans the most, so what he can remember is naturally not a pleasant memory.

The old man in front of him, Piccolo Demon King, has no memory at all, but his eyes are very much like the martial arts master who sealed him back then, full of firm will and not afraid of death.

It was as if the human being that had troubled him for hundreds of years continued to appear in front of him.

Kame Sennin has no time to be dumbfounded. The reason why he told Piccolo the location of the Dragon Ball is to attract this guy to come closer and prevent him from escaping.

Now he took out a capsule from his arms and threw it on the ground.

Just listen to the sound of waves and white smoke.

Piccolo Demon King took a closer look and saw that what appeared in front of him was an old-fashioned rice cooker with a talisman on it that frightened him.

"Rice cooker...how...how is it possible?"

At this moment, the Piccolo Demon King panicked. To be precise, his whole face was filled with nervousness and fear, and the previous aloof demeanor was completely gone.

Tianjin Fan, who was lying on the ground and struggling hard, was stunned when he saw this scene, and thought to himself.

"It's the Demonic Sealing Wave. Teacher Wu Tian wants to use the Demonic Sealing Wave! He really knows this move...could it be...that he wants to sacrifice himself?"

As a trick to defeat the weak against the strong, it is natural to pay a price according to the strength of the opponent.

This!Often it means sacrificing one's own life.

At this moment, Kame Immortal didn't care about this at all, and almost roared in a roaring voice:

"You haven't forgotten it! Master Wu Taidou sealed you in a rice cooker in the past to save the world from the threat of evil claws!"

If Kame Sennin 300 years ago could only watch his master die of exhaustion, then now he finally has the qualifications to participate and recreate the career of the martial arts master.

"Ahhh! No! I don't want to go back to that pot again!"

Piccolo Demon King screamed, rolling and crawling in an attempt to escape.

At this moment, he didn't have the demeanor of a demon king. He was in a panic and ran on the ground for a while using his hands and feet before he remembered that he could fly and howled and fled towards the airship.

It seems that the 1.5-meter-tall old man is the most terrifying thing in the world. I just want to stay as far away from him as possible.

He deliberately led the Demon King Piccolo in front of him. How could Kamesenren let him escape? He raised his hands to the sky and sounded like a bell.

"Demon Sealing Wave!!!"

Tianjin Fan, who was lying on the ground, used the secret technique of Tsurusen-ryu, but he saw that the flow of energy in Guesenren's body was extremely complicated, and there were faint prototypes of the styles of Guixianren.

At this moment, with Kame Sen as the core, countless sand and dust were raised in all directions, and the strange energy was directed towards the Piccolo Demon King.

It was immediately locked firmly, unable to escape any further.

"Huh?? Why does this technique of immobilization look like the technique used by Namo-sama??"

Tianjin Fan tried his best to hold on to his consciousness and could barely see some of the mysteries.

Speaking of which, Tianjin Fan and Xia Xin were attacked by artificial beings from the Black Silk Army. There was a monk named Nanwu who claimed to be the top eight of the world's best martial arts club. Use the Qigong serial cannon to kill him to pieces.

Piccolo the Great Demon King howled and struggled desperately in Kame Sennin's overwhelming air waves.

The vitality at this moment was like a drum washing machine, forming whirlpools one after another. The Piccolo Demon King inside was constantly rolling and twisting.

Every time it rotates, its body will shrink a little. It is estimated that if it continues like this for a few minutes, it will be enough to fit into the rice cooker.

In this vortex of vitality, Kame Sennin is like a captain at the helm, constantly driving the Piccolo Demon King to suffer inside.

"Hold on...I must persist until this technique is completed!"

Kame Sennin thought secretly in his heart.

He could already feel the life in his body passing by. Although his master Wu Taidou had discovered the mystery and existence of Qi, he could even split the waves and stop the waterfall by relying on the breath of his fingertips.

But 300 years ago, how did people at that time know the shortcut to cultivating breath.

Although Mr. Wu Taidou's attainments in boxing and kicking are already the best in the world, the vitality stored in his body is not enough to deal with the big devil Piccolo.

For this reason, Wu Taidou, who failed to adjust for the first time and was injured, meditated in retreat and finally adopted an evil approach.

He used his lifespan as a price to forcibly support the technique of sealing the Great Demon King Piccolo.

The Demonic Sealing Wave, like the Qigong Cannon, is actually the kind that sacrifices oneself to complete an impossible mission.

At this moment, on the airship in the sky, the demon clan's younger brothers were already panicking. Their master was unable to fight back and was involved in the demon sealing wave. King Pilaf and others were scratching their heads and scratching their heads anxiously. They were finally released. If the great demon king of the world just disappears, then wouldn’t all their hard work be in vain?

Only Tianjin Fan, who couldn't stand up in the cave, understood the current situation. It seemed that Turtle Immortal had taken the initiative, but the energy in his body was getting less and less, like a candle that was about to be extinguished in the wind.

"It's almost done, it's almost done... I have to... hold on!"

The circles under Kame Immortal's eyes were horribly dark, and his eyelids seemed to weigh a thousand pounds, teetering on the verge of closing at any moment. Saliva kept flowing from the corners of his mouth, but he didn't even bother to wipe it. His whole person no longer had the same lively spirit as before, and he looked like The zombies crawling out of the cemetery don't have half the style of a master.

My ears can no longer hear the sound and my vision is blurred...

The location of the Feng Mo rice cooker has also become indistinct...

I never thought it would be so difficult to drive the demonic sealing wave...

Master, did you feel the same way when you were controlling the technique?

In a daze, Turtle Immortal seemed to see Wu Taidou, appearing in the magic of Mo Fengbo, still looking meticulous and stern, but his eyes were full of expectations.

Just as I look forward to the future growth of little Goku, Krillin, and Yamcha.

"Master... please give me power... even just a little bit... let me completely seal this demon... I can't let young people like Tianjin Fan, Xia Xin, and Bulma , continue to live in that terrifying era...I must do this...and only I can do this..."

Decaying like a mummy, Kame Immortal still uses his trembling hands to drive the formation of the demon sealing wave.

The Piccolo Demon King has shrunk to the size of a toy, slowly moving towards the open rice cooker amidst the shrill screams!